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Monday, March 2, 2009

There are these "25 Random Things" blog posts (known as Notes on Facebook) spreading on Facebook. They post the following rules on their blog:

"Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you."

"Tagging" is basically sending the person your blog. For the Facebook users, Now I know most of you probably already knew about this new fad considering the rate at which this whatever you call it spread.

That is enough explaining, now I will write only 24 reasons why this whatever you call it should be blasted into oblivion:

I hate spam—this whatever (short for "whatever you call it) is just like the whole forward this email to a certain number of people or your house will blow up, you will spontaneously combust, or the original, you will receive a ton of money from Bill Gates.

It is not random - the mind is more organized than some people give it credit for; you may have written important, little known, interesting or key events—all of which, I are not random for you.

Just write a testimony or biography.

Why 25? You may say, why 24? Because I want to prove that I need less reasons than 25, but that is not the main reason. The main reason is because I am 24. 24 what? You figure it out.

It is not weird to do what everyone else is doing.

I like the number 24.

Normal is dull.

The car insurance companies like the number 25 and I do not like insurance companies.

Weird is more interesting.

Why feel the need to "tag" your blog? Are you that desperate for people to read your blog? The "tagging" idea of this whatever is just to get you to be involved in spam. And we all know spam tastes terrible. At least, the weird people think so.

I could die when I am 25.

No sinful human being can redefine normal.

Most little known facts about people should stay little known.

I could jump up and down and hit my head on the ceiling on the 25th time.

25 is an odd number, but not a weird one.

I could help 25 little old ladies across the street to find that the 25th one is my wife.

This whatever definitely caused "peer pressure." With titles kind of like, "OK OK, I Will do it!" "Peer pressure" is normal. Saying yes to "peer pressure" is normal. Saying no is also normal. So how should someone respond? Well, maybe they should write 24 reasons why.

It is wasting my time—that is what spam does. Think about it. If this had never happened, I would have never wrote this blog, and I would have more time in my pocket. Oh yes, I developed a way to keep time in my pocket.

This made me realize that I cannot escape 25. I will never look at Sesame Street again when the special number is 25.

I now can never drive farther than 25 miles just to escape the bitter memory.

I counted how many times I wrote 25 just to make sure I did not write it 25 times.

About Me

My
name is Jeremy Ham, and I am weird, which is good. Think about it: if
everyone was normal, it would be a bad place to live in!

I like spiders, but hate crickets. I like burned steak better than cold chop just like Curly Howard. I hate money. My favorite actor is Gonzo. Most of all, I love God and strive to put him first in all that I do. Also, my hometown is "under a tree"!